The Dollhouse

After dinner, the girls all went to the living room of the house to relax. Amelia usually had a therapeutic video for them to watch, and tonight it was a documentary on female erogenous zones. The older girls all watched intently, as the documentary discussed the different parts of a woman's body and how to bring her pleasure through them.

Occasionally Amelia would pause the video and have them practice on themselves what they had just learned. She would often begin with a phrase like, "Panties down, girls," or "Tits out, ladies," in her posh British accent. Most of the girls had B-cup breasts or smaller, so when it came to getting their tits out, they simply had to open their shirts. Only Amelia, Becky, and Tansy wore bras, and Tansy's lovely B-cups didn't really need one, John noticed, as they were perky as hell. He assumed she wore one to push them up and together so that she could have cleavage like Amelia and Becky did.

John watched in awe as the girls all tried the various things that Amelia instructed them in, revelling in the sight of their beautiful bodies in various stages of undress throughout the evening. He caught each girl at different times glancing his way to see if he was watching them. He could tell that for some of them it was a huge turn on to have a man stand there and look at their little pussies and tits as they massaged, groped, rubbed, and fingered themselves.

Occasionally a girl would get frustrated, not understanding the instructions from the video or not really experiencing the kind of feelings that the girls around here were feeling. Amelia would step in and show the girls, feeling them up or fingering them to show them exactly where and how to pleasure themselves.

John caught himself staring often and then feeling embarrassed and looking away. This was all so new to him, and he wasn't sure whether his presence was a help or a hinderance. Amelia caught him one time staring at Julie's freckled tits and then looking away when she made eye contact with him.

"Julie," Amelia asked, "did you like it when you saw Daddy staring at your tits just then?"

Julie blushed as did John. The little redhead nodded shyly.

"Do you want him to touch your breasts and massage them for you?" Amelia asked.

Julie nodded again, never taking her blue eyes off of John's.

"Go on, Dear," Amelia prompted John. "Julie has far more experience with women than with men. It will be very good experience for her to feel the touch of a man."

John walked over to the little girl. Julie was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs that they had brought into the living room in order for all of the girls to be able to sit and watch the video. Her panties were at her ankles from playing with her pussy in the last session, and her pale, freckled tits were peeking out from her unbuttoned blouse. John guessed she was an A-cup, as they were rather small and not much more prominent than Madison's little buds.

"Hi, Julie," he said, standing in front of her.

"Hi, Daddy," she replied, looking up at him.

"You have very lovely breasts. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you by staring at them, but I couldn't help myself because you're so pretty."

"That's okay," she whispered.

"Do you want me to feel you up and massage your tits? Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Julie nodded, still gazing up into his eyes. John reached out tentatively and palmed Julie's little breasts. She gasped when his palms covered her and then moaned, when he squeezed slightly.

"Does that feel good, Honey?" he asked.

Julie nodded, but her brow was furrowed. John was worried. The whole concept of fondling an underage girl's breasts was still so new and weird and taboo. He wondered whether there was something going on inside her mind that was making this experience bad.

"What's wrong, Julie," he asked.

Despite his concern, though, John realized that he had no intention of taking his hands away from her little mounds just yet.

"It's different," she whispered.

"Different good or different bad?" John asked.

"Good," she said.

John smiled and relaxed from his worried state and tried to enjoy the fact that a little girl wanted him to feel her up. God, she's so young and pretty. I don't even know how old she is.

"How old are you, Julie?" John asked as he started to massage her tits. He could feel her little nipples poking hard against his palms.

"Thirteen," Julie groaned.

Oh, fuck yes, John thought. My second little girl ever to touch, and she is only a year older than Madison.

"Have you ever had someone play with your little titties before, Julie?" he asked.

She closed her eyes and nodded. Julie arched her back, pushing her breasts against his hands. Holy shit, she's really getting into this.

"My mom. My old mom," she corrected herself. "Sometimes she would play with my tits before she made me eat her out."

John's dick was so hard right now. He'd already cum three times today since he entered this building. But he was so turned on by how Julie was responding to his touch, that his dick swelled in his pants, somewhat painfully after the tight fucking and wanking that Madison had given him earlier.

John hated to admit it, but the thought of this young girl eating her own mother's pussy was really turning him on as well. God, I'm such a sick pervert.

"Does this remind you of when your mom used to touch you, Julie?" he asked.

Julie shook her head "no" at first, but then she bit her lip and nodded.

Am I triggering bad memories of molestation for her? John wondered.

"Is that okay, Julie? Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"It's okay, Daddy," she groaned. Julie put her hands over his and pulled his hands harder against herself. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at John. "Don't stop. I like it." she said.

John smiled at her. "I like it too, Baby. Your tits feel wonderful, and they're very pretty. You're turning me on right now. Can you see how my hard dick is sticking up in my pants?"

Julie looked down at his crotch. Then she looked back up at him and smiled.

"That's because of you, Julie, because you're so pretty and sexy, because your little titties feel so wonderful. I've never felt a thirteen-year-old's titties before, but I've always wanted to. I'm glad you're my first thirteen-year-old, Julie."

"You're my first man, Daddy," she replied.

"So you've never had sex before?" John asked.

Julie shook her head no.

"So no one has ever popped your little cherry?"

She shook her head again.

"Oh, Julie. I would love to look at your little pussy and lick it and touch it and put my finger inside you, if that's okay," John said.

Julie nodded. "Yeah."

She relaxed her hold on his hands. John kept one hand on her tit, and the other he moved between her thighs. She had a little bit of hair covering her mons and her outer labia, and it was as red as the hair on her head. John slid his hand down through her pubes, and Julie parted her legs for him to touch her.

"Oh, you're so wet, Julie," he said as his fingers met her damp folds.

"Ohhh!" she gasped when he pushed his finger between her inner labia.

John felt her warm, wet hole envelop the tip of his finger. Before his first knuckle had passed her opening, however, he felt the resistance of her hymen, and she gasped.

"That's your cherry, Baby," he said. "I don't want to break it for you just yet, but I hope that someday you'll let me be the one to take your virginity."

John proceeded to fingerfuck her little pussy very gently, moving in and out of her hole with soft, gentle strokes.

"Ohhhh, Daddyyyy," Julie moaned. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" John asked. "You want me to be the one who takes your virginity?"

Julie bit her lip and nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Oh, it feels so good. Unh, Daddy, I like it. Oh, fuck, Daddy, yes!"

Julie's little hips began to push up. John stopped fingering her so that he wouldn't accidentally pop her cherry right here in the living room, and he moved instead to rubbing her little clit that was sticking out from her hood.

"Aaahh!" she squealed when he touched her sensitive button. Her hips started undulating, pushing against him, sliding her ass around in the chair with the way she squirmed.

John heard another girl groan and looked over to see Penelope fingering herself furiously as she watched his hand on Julie's pussy. He looked around the room to see that everyone was watching them, including Amelia and Madison. Madison smiled at him and nodded, as if encouraging him to give her sister a good frigging.

"Make her cum, John," Amelia said from behind him.

"Everyone is watching you, Julie," he told her. The young girl was squirming like crazy under his touch now. "Cum for them, Julie. Show them what kind of orgasm you can have. Cum for me, Baby. I want to feel your pussy get gushing wet with cum."

"Oh, yes!" Julie screamed. "Oh, fuck, Daddy! I'm cumming. Unh, oh wow! I'm cumming for you, Daddy!"

John couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to taste her when she came. He let go of her tit and slipped down between her thighs and put his mouth over her swollen lips, licking between them and sucking on her clit.

Julie grabbed his head as she bent over him and then arched her back. John could taste the flood of juice coming from her hole. He lapped hungrily at her delicious cum, drinking it up, swallowing as much of her thirteen-year-old pussy flavor as he could.

Other girls in the room started moaning as the sight of Julie's orgasm brought them to their own climax as well. John reveled in the feeling of knowing that making this beautiful, young girl cum had cause a domino effect throughout the room.

Eventually, he relented his oral assault on Julie's little twat, and let her come down from her orgasm. He looked up at her from between her thighs. She looked down at him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "Yes. I want you to be the one that pops my cherry."

John smiled and got up. He found her mouth with his own and kissed her. She held his head and licked him around his lips and inside his mouth, trying to drink as much of herself from him as she could. When she broke the kiss finally, she looked in his eyes.

"That was amazing, Daddy," she said, panting.

"It was amazing for me too, Julie. You are one sexy little teenager. I can't wait to put my cock in you when you're ready. Your little pussy is so hot and pretty. I'm going to enjoy fucking you, Sweetheart."

Amelia cleared her throat, bringing everyone out of their reverie. "I'm afraid it's time for bed now, girls," she told them. "We can finish our video about erogenous zones in a later session, although, I'm sure we all learned a lot from watching Daddy pleasure Julie so well."

Amelia laid a hand on John's shoulder. He turned to her, and she took his face in her hands and pulled him down to her mouth. She kissed him passionately for a moment while all the girls watched them.

"I want you all to come and give Daddy a goodnight kiss before bed. I'm sure you'll enjoy the taste of Julie's pussy on his lips as much as I just did."

The girls pulled their panties up so that they could walk, and one-by-one, they came over to John to tell him goodnight and give him a kiss. Abby's kiss was so hesitant, that her lips felt as light as butterfly wings. The older girls, were very passionate with him, however, and John enjoyed making out with them all as they licked his mouth and wrestled tongues with him, trying to taste Julie's pussy on him.

"Where will Daddy sleep tonight?" Julie asked Amelia as she stood and pulled her own panties up.

"Daddy will sleep with Mommy," she told Julie. "After watching what Daddy just did to you, Mommy wants to fuck Daddy very badly."

Amelia leaned down and kissed Julie herself before letting the girl kiss John goodnight.

"Thank you for making me cum, Daddy," she said. "I love you." Then she threw her arms around him and held him in a tight hug.

John's heart melted with emotion as he felt the desperate love she poured out for him.

"Oh, Julie, Darling," he cooed, as he petted her hair. "Thank you. I loved eating your pussy. You're so delicious and pretty."

Julie kissed him again. "I'm glad you're my Daddy," she whispered against his lips before turning and running off to her bedroom.

Amelia put her arm around John's waist as they stood there alone in the living room, watching Julie's ass as she ran out of the room.

"You've made quite an impression, John," she said.

John sighed and smiled.

"Come to bed with me," she whispered, pulling him by the hand.

Amelia led him down the hall in the opposite direction from the girls. Her room was at the end of the hall. She led him to the bed, closing her door as they entered. Amelia proceeded to undress John, taking off his suit, piece by piece.

"I'm sure you never expected to spend the night when you came for your interview today," she said, pushing his shirt down over his shoulders. "You'll need gather some of your things soon and put your house in order, but for now, I wouldn't mind seeing you wear this suit every day."

Once John stood naked in front of Amelia, he began taking her clothes off piece by piece as well. He savored the scent of her perfume as he slid her blouse down over her arms. He looked up into her eyes as he pulled her skirt down over her hips. The feel of her silky panties tantalized him as did the way they moved over her skin. Eventually she was as naked as him except for a silver ring on her right hand. John lifted her hand to take the ring off, and Amelia jerked her hand away.

"I'm sorry..." John muttered.

"No, that's quite alright," she replied, looking down and holding her hand to her chest. "It's just... my father gave me this ring. I never take it off."

"I didn't know," John began.

"How could you. It's nothing. Please," she said, looking up at him and taking his hand, "come to bed with me, Dear."

She pulled John over to her king size bed. It had a pillow top and high thread count sheets. It was the most luxurious bed John had ever seen.

"This is a very big bed for a single woman," he said.

"I like to have plenty of room for when I invite the girls to sleep with me. We'll share it with different girls from time to time," Amelia said, sidling up next to him. She brushed his hair out of his eyes and said, "Besides, I'm not single anymore. I finally found the perfect Daddy to love all my little girls."

John smiled. "And sharing your bed with you is part of the job," he remembered out loud.

"Why shouldn't it be?" she asked. "I need to make sure that the man who fucks my daughters is continually up to the task. And what better way to do that than by making love to him every single night."

"Make love?" John asked. "So this will be more than fucking?"

Amelia cooed. "I've seen the way you fuck, John. I've felt it. The power in your eyes. Madison got it right. You fucked her with your heart as well as your cock."

She stroked his face, tracing the line of his jaw.

"So yes, I intend to make love to you. What we had earlier today was merely fucking. And while it was amazing, I want more."

She held the back of his head, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

"We have to live together. You don't have to love me, but I hope that we will feel something for each other," she said.

John kissed her back. There was no taboo here, but his cock still swelled from the passion they shared with their mouths. It was refreshing to him to know that he could still get excited about a full grown woman even when there was a full house of little girls that need to be fucked.

Amelia pulled him back onto the bed. They tumbled together and rolled until she was on top of him. Her mouth was on his, and she began to slide her wet pussy up and down the length of his hard shaft, pushing it against his belly with her weight.

"Easy, Baby," he said. "I'm a bit sore down there."

Amelia smiled. "I forgot. You have had quite a day, haven't you?"

John's eyes began to water.

"What is it, Darling?" Amelia asked. She lifted her body weight up off of his penis, afraid she was hurting him too much. "Are you too sore for this?"

"It's not that," he muttered, wiping his eyes.

"What is it, John? You can tell me."

John looked at the care and concern in her eyes, and nodded.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

"Oh, John, Darling," she said, petting his face. "I know that so much has been thrust upon you so quickly. You came in seeking a job, and you have been thrown into a whole new life."

"It's more than that, Amelia," he said. "I worry about hurting them."

"The girls?" she asked.

John nodded.

Amelia crawled off his body and sidled up next to him in the bed.

"I'm so scared that what we did today, what I did today, was just more trauma in their lives."

"It's a very big step for you to take, John. I know that everything in your professional training up to this point has ingrained it into your head that you must never touch a child."

He nodded.

"But I promise you that we are doing something good here," she said.

"How can you be so sure?" he asked as his eyes watered again.

Amelia smiled reassuringly at him.

"We use clinical tests, as would any mental health facility," she began. "So we can see the progress the girls are making, empirically. But more than that..."

Amelia looked down at her hand and absentmindedly twisted the ring on her finger. She looked up at John, meeting his eyes.

"More than that, I believe this type of therapy will work because it worked on me."

Amelia saw John's eyebrows knit together. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Let me tell you a story, John," she began. "I was about Madison's age when my uncle raped me."

John gasped. He put an arm around her.

Ever the comforter, even when he is the one who needs comforting, Amelia mused. Yes, he is definitely the right man for this place... for me.

"I'm sorry, Amelia," he said. His hand stroked her gently, up and down her arm.

"I don't think of it that much anymore," she continued. "I was a very precocious preteen. My mother had died when I was young, and I was a bit too much for my father at times. My uncle helped out a lot, watching me after school. I loved him. I trusted him. I felt so safe with both of them. That's probably a big part of why I teased them with my newfound womanly ways.

"I'm not the kind of woman to ever blame a rape victim," she said, looking up at John. "But I certainly pushed the limits. That doesn't excuse what my uncle did to me, but I know that I did contribute to the situation."

"But he was the adult. He should have had enough self control to not rape a child," John began. "There's no excuse for..."

Amelia sat up and put her finger to John's lips.

"I'm not excusing him," she said. "He hurt me. That's inexcusable. But I have chosen to face the fact that I also contributed. I teased him, John, relentlessly. Whenever my dad was not around, I would galavant about our flat in nothing more than panties and a t-shirt. I would rub up against him every chance I got. I flirted constantly. I loved watching how I consternated him. I would see the bulge grow in his pants, thrilled that I could cause that kind of reaction in a man. I knew what it meant. It meant that I was sexy and desirable which is exactly what I wanted to be.

"Of course, I had no idea how fierce a man's libido could be. Nor did I have any concept of sex outside of rubbing myself over my panties in bed at night. I certainly never thought about how big my uncle's cock was and how much it would hurt when he broke my cherry with it. I felt safe with him, and within that safety, I was exploring my sexual boundaries."

"That," John said, "is exactly why he should not have touched you."

"I know. I pushed him too far one day, though. He couldn't contain himself anymore. His girlfriend had left him. He was sexually frustrated as it was, and now this little twelve-year-old tart was... If I had been a grown woman, any man would have known that I was begging to be fucked. And fuck me he did.

"He picked me up and carried me to the couch and threw me down. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and told me that he was going to give me exactly what I had been asking for. That would teach me, he said.

"He ripped my panties apart and shoved his cock into me with one go. It split me open before I even knew what was happening. He didn't relent. I wasn't even wet. But he fucked me hard, and with a few forceful strokes, he was cumming inside me with that fearsome grin on his face."

"Oh, Amelia, I'm so sorry," John whispered.

"He left me there. He walked out the door, leaving me there bleeding on the couch. I cried. I could barely move. And that's how my daddy found me when he got home. He knew exactly what had happened. He sat down on the couch and lifted me up into his lap and held me while I cried. He cried too.

"Eventually, he kissed my cheek, apologizing profusely. I saw the tears on his face, and I kissed his cheek too. He held my face so softly and kissed all over, everywhere but my lips. It felt so loving and... and healing. It stirred me. I turned my mouth to him, catching his lips on mine. He tried to pull away, but I pressed my mouth against his. When he finally softened, he opened his mouth to me, and I felt his tongue against my lips. I let him in, feeling the flood in my heart as my daddy held me, kissing me, telling me that he loved me.

"I had always felt close to him, of course, but this was so much more. As I kissed my father passionately, tasting his mouth, my sore little pussy got wet. I was sitting bare-fannied on his lap, and he felt my moisture through his pants and gasped. I started apologizing profusely, but Daddy shushed me, kissed me, and told me that it was okay. He put my hand over where his hard cock had swollen in his pants and told me that it was okay, that he was aroused too.

"Then he lifted me off his lap, laid me down on the couch and told me that he wanted to lick my pussy to make it feel better. I nodded, shyly, trembling, but as soon as I felt his lips and tongue tasting, kissing my pussy, I lost my shyness. I came so hard, grabbing him by his hair, rubbing my little cunt against my father's mouth, screaming, 'I love you, Daddy!' at the top of my lungs as I came all over his face.

"When he came up and kissed me he said, 'That is how sex is supposed to make you feel, Baby.' I told him that I wanted to fuck him, but he said no. I grabbed his cock in his pants and begged like crazy for him to put it in me. Eventually, he consented, and as I fucked my father for the first time, I knew that I was going to be okay. Everything my uncle had done, my father was undoing. I didn't feel dirty or used or in pain. I felt pretty and loved and excited.

"I started a sexual relationship with my father that night that has lasted my entire life. He gave me this ring as a symbol of our love. He loves me even more than he ever loved my mother, he told me so. And I love him more than anyone or anything in this world. It was my love for my father that ruined my marriage. My Daddy fucked me before he walked me down the aisle. His cum was leaking out of my pussy when I kissed my new husband for the first time as his wife. Eventually, my husband found out and left me. But my Daddy has always been there for me, and I know he always will."

Amelia twisted the ring on her finger and then looked up into John's silent eyes.

"So please, understand, other people have hurt these girls. But you and I will heal them. They may never be normal. Heaven knows that I am not normal. But they can function in society again. And they will always love you for the way that you and your passion have redeemed them."

John blinked away the tears that filled his eyes. Amelia climbed up on top of him and began licking the tears that streamed down his cheeks, kissing his wet eyelids.

"You're a good Daddy, John," she said, "and that's why I'm falling in love with you."

John looked up at the woman who held his face and gazed down at him. He smiled at her.

"Thank you for telling me your story, Amelia," he said.

She smiled.

"I hope I can be as meaningful to these girls as your father is to you."

"You already are, John," she reassured him. "The way Julie opened herself up to you tonight was so amazing. She loves you. You're so easy to love."

Amelia bent down and kissed John.

"If you're not too disgusted by the fact that I am an incestuous little slut, then I would definitely like to make love to you tonight, Darling," she said.

John kissed her back.

Amelia bit her lip and smiled.

"I wanted you to know in case... I'm quickly falling for you, John. And I want you to feel the same toward me. But I don't want to keep something like that a secret, especially since it ruined my last relationship."

"I'm actually turned on by your incestuous love for your father, Amelia," he said.

John rolled over on top of Amelia.

"You are?" she gasped.

"Oh, fuck yes," John replied. "After experiencing the way Madison opened herself up to me today, how she loved me the way I've always wanted to be loved, it blew my mind. If you have that with your own father, then, wow. I would love to watch you experience that."

Amelia reached down and guided John's cock to the entrance of her pussy.

"John," she gasped. "No one besides my father has ever said anything more wonderful to me. I want you, John. Please fuck me. Oh, please, John."

John pushed himself into Amelia's cunt.

"Oh fuck," he sighed. "You're so hot and wet inside."

Amelia kissed John as he began to move in and out of her.

"John, Darling, I'm so glad you're here with me right now," Amelia said, looking into her lover's eyes.

"I love you, Amelia," he told her.

Amelia's eyes watered, and her lip trembled.

"Oh, John," she gasped.

"Oh, Amelia, I love you so much," John cried. He felt the warmth burning in his chest for this woman. "You're so beautiful and wise and tender and strong," he moaned.

"Oh, god, John, yes," she cried.

Amelia grabbed John's head by his hair and pulled his mouth to hers.

"I love you, John," she moaned. "Oh, fuck me, my love."

John felt Amelia's pussy thrusting up to meet his cock with each stroke, and it drove him wild. He'd already cum three times today, but he knew without a doubt that he was going to cum in Amelia again.

"Amelia!" he cried. "Oh, god, I love your incestuous pussy, Amelia. I want to watch you fuck your father. I want to watch you fuck him with all your love, and then I want to eat his cum from your cunt."

John couldn't believe what he was saying. He couldn't believe what he was feeling. He'd always been attracted to young girls, but he'd never even given incest a thought before today when Madison called him "Daddy." But now he knew that the idea of Amelia opening herself up to her father, being filled with cum from the cock that made her, was the hottest thing in the world to him.

"Oh, god, John, yes!" Amelia cried. "I love you. I want to feed you my Daddy's cum. Oh, fuck John, I'm yours like I'm his. You're such a good Daddy, John. I love what a good Daddy you are. Oh, I'm cumming, John!"

"Amelia! Baby!" John cried, as his testicles clenched and burned, shooting cum up through his rod into this woman that he loved, that he'd only met earlier today.

John collapsed on top of Amelia, trembling with exhaustion.

"Darling," she crooned, as she stroked his hair. Her pussy spasmed around his dick as he continued to squirt inside of her. They lay like that, in exhaustion until they heard moans coming from the other side of the bedroom door.